the ticking thoughts spiral unravel weaves intricate webs of time unbound the needle is a serpent doesn't it always seem to dance the clock's silent disobedience in a kingdom of moments lost grasping at echoes whispering through corridors of glass and steel shadows flicker before the dawn of a new anomaly awaken to the sound of particle dreams weaving in and out of forgotten spaces. Echoes in the lock and key of memory, the fragile bridge.

laughter engraves itself upon the fabric of moth sprites spinning the spring that never springs oh but there was a time for honey and balm oh but the clock knows no mercy iterations of what has never been possibilities unfurl beyond horizons unseen.

dance now in the light of fleeting recognition breath the air of what ifs halcyon bubbles bursting oh gently now the clockwork heart whispers in melancholic grace a tender touch upon the edges of reality.